Sunday, 24 February 2013

Oh there ain't no way to say I love you more, so be clear, just to be clear

When that slow-motion, silent explosion of love takes place in me, unfolding its melting fringes and overwhelming me with the sense of something much vaster, much more enduring and powerful than the accumulation of matter or energy in any imaginable cosmos, then my mind cannot but pinch itself to see if it is really awake. I have to make a rapid inventory of the universe, just as a man in a dream tries to condone the absurdity of his position by making sure he is dreaming. I have to have all space and all time participate in my emotion, in my mortal love, so that the edge of its mortality is taken off, thus helping me to fight the utter degradation, ridicule, and horror of having developed an infinity
of sensation and thought within a finite
existence. Vladimir Nabokov
For every kiss you give me, I’ ll give you three

Friday, 15 February 2013

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read

Yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. James Joyce, Ulysses

And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slow take my hand, help me on my way

But do not ask the price I paid, I must live with my quiet rage, 
tame the ghosts in my head that run wild and wish me dead.

We are always the same age inside

In life, finding a voice is speaking and living the truth. Each of you is an original. Each of you has a distinctive voice. When you find it, your story will be told. You will be heard. John Grisham